After many days and many nights, I am looking at the moon. It has not changed at all. The same sky, the same stars, the same constellations.
In my childhood, when I slept under the stars, I would talk to myself. I would promise some things to myself. I would dream and plan. I would set my ambitions and take pledges. I would think of all good and bad things.
But now, when I look at the same moon, I am blank. My mind is empty. I don’t think anything. But there is something in my heart. A hope that as the universe stays the same for me, I will stay the same for it. I smile back looking above.
My physical appearance has changed but within me , there is the same child that would sing “Twinkle twinkle little stars” every night.